You stumbled clumsily over burning, bloody corpses through the burning building that was falling apart, piece by piece, as you made your way towards the roof, hoping for a gasp of pure air. You spotted a demolished window through a few doors, and you immediately dragged your aching body towards it. However, just as you were about to get there, you heard a loud, strange noise. You weakly looked up, to see a completely deformed thing falling from above towards you, burning in blue fire.

You crumpled to the floor like a tower of cards, the object crushing and burning you to death.

With the last ounces of energy left inside your pathetic body, you tried to fight against the heavy weight of the object. As you tried to push the stubborn thing off you, your hands burnt horribly, the flames punishing them terribly for trying to fight back. You head started to spin like a carousel. Black spots started to infest your vision, slowly blocking out your view of the world.

With the last of your energy, you cried out for help desperately. You could barely hear yourself over the pain, or perhaps the noises coming out of your mouth really weren't as loud as you believed them to be. After one last strangled noise for help, your body gave up, going limp. The black spots conquered your vision. The only things left were you, and your thoughts, your own company, as your body and mind rotted away, at it's final moments.

You had managed to finally get a job after university at one of Endeavor's hero agencies, even if it was only organising certain papers. It had been a dream come true. Yet, it seemed that it would be a short lived dream, as you silently sobbed away in your own mind.

An arm wrapped around your waist, and lifted your wasted body up. The pain was reduced, and the black spots finally relinquished their control over their eyes. Your eyes roamed over a silhouette... he took up your body, and started to dance with your limp corpse.

He laughed madly, and spoke gleefully, "I burnt everything to the ground, stupid old man!!"